The girl gang consisting of tweens was growing up fast. Every evening and earlier on holidays, we would meet, talk, play, cycle around, exchange school news and happily pass our time together. In fact, whenever we had to go out with our parents there would be protests...
I woke up at 8 that day since it was a Saturday and a school holiday. As was my habit, I headed straight for the balcony, ignoring my Mum’s pleas to first brush my teeth and finish my morning ablutions. There was a huge truck parked underneath and the workers were...
I had gone to stay with my daughter in one of the Mumbai suburbs. I casually inquired about her neighbors. I had not seen her visiting any of her neighbors or any neighbors coming over to visit us. “Where is the time to visit anyone?” she countered. “Also,...
Married at an early age, she came to live with her husband in Bombay from Surat. She was a worthy partner. She bore him 6 children, brought them up, married and settled them. Gulbai was now the matriarch not only of her family but our entire building. From time to...
Sleep had eluded me the night before due to sheer excitement, but a light tap and I was wide awake. The summer vacation had begun. Today, we were going to Nargol, my Mum’s native village. This was a yearly ritual and my two brothers and I looked forward to this...
From time to time we invite readers to contribute. This article is by Havovi Govadia. The occasion was my brother’s children’s Navjote. Parsis celebrate this “initiation into the Zoroastrian faith” or thread ceremony for their children with a lot of gusto and...
From time to time we invite readers to contribute. This article is from Havovi Govadia. To use an English phrase ‘cricket is not my cuppa tea’. But living in India, one cannot avoid cricket and being married to a cricket lover seals your fate. During cricket season,...